1 Response to “Other People’s Poems I Love”


  1. November 13, 2010 at 13:44

    Be My Valentine

    If the greatest virtue we can aspire to is love
    And the greatest follies in our lives are due to love
    And we can’t cure ourselves of the pain and malady of love
    But all the sages exhort us just to love
    And pure poison is generated by loss in love
    And pure bliss is ours in lovely love
    And what about those horrid beings we just can’t love
    And what about that horrid feeling of being unloved
    So what in heaven/hell is love?

    There is love that sends you dancing
    into romantic lunacy
    that feels so right and free
    There is love that burns so hot and cold
    you never know
    quite where you are
    There is love that holds a whisper
    in the corner of your mind
    makes you smile in
    that secret special way
    makes you want to linger
    in a lover’s fantasy
    makes your day
    There is love that hurts and hates
    and kills any chance of saving
    face or heart
    burns the bright flame of your being
    into ash
    leaves you bleeding, pleading
    for any drug or thrill to kill the pain
    There is love
    indistinguishable from insanity
    in any way your twisted mind
    will go
    There is love that lets you know
    you have a soul
    because it’s growing
    magically
    Which love are you offering
    to me?

    I offer you a human love
    not constrained to simple prophecies
    Part need for another face
    in which to see my reflection
    Part need for nurturing solace
    in uncertain days
    Part need to be hero, adored
    shining spirit in your eyes
    Because you are the adored vision
    in mine
    You send my boundaries
    leaping,
    You in my life inspires me
    to make that leap, creating
    a greater vision of me
    encompassing we
    Crawling into each other’s
    place of repose,
    breaking borders,
    It doesn’t matter where
    I am
    when I’m with you.

    The change happens quickly
    as in a feature film,
    or excruciatingly prolonged,
    a soap opera romance
    slowly dying
    new characters may intercede
    archetypal stories may
    cross our stars
    navigating our lives
    in different directions
    We grow complacent, calcified,
    disinterested
    Angry words burn us inside
    smoldering
    Heat no longer a welcome
    participant of romance
    Your little ways
    My little ways
    imps of annoyance
    Is there Hope in this
    box of pain?
    Over and over
    yet never over
    in the bodies and souls
    of humans
    experiencing love.

    (c) February 14, 2007 Laurie Corzett/libramoon


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